Oliver's finally dead.

[Gallic 1066]

A new, shallow grave sits upon the crested coast down by the woods of the 'Ame, breathing in the sea and basking in the shade of the swaying trees. There is no name, no etched engraving, only a cairn of rocks set down by those few who cared enough to set out there, those who knew who was there. With such an idyllic locale, one can't help but feel... He finally got to retire.

 

( Image source. Literally got it off of google image search. )

 

A grumpy old man once said that the true curse of man is not to die young, but to die full of regret.

 

And none could ever know just how much that alcoholic, unfriendly, beaten-down grouch regretted. None were ever told the full story; Maybe they were told parts, that would give glimpses into the reason behind why he literally told them to '**** off' the first time they met, but never every reason why he hated himself and everyone around him. He had all the personality of a "DO NOT ENTER" sign.

 

He started his life as such an optimistic boy. He became a Druid with one wish; To spread peace, happiness, and to help others.

 

He ended it with nothing, pleading for more time, crying for how much he hated his lot in life and those he still blamed for it. So bitter, so pitiful.

 

Over the years, he grew to know so many. Some even considered him family. So many he'd want to talk to one last time, to share a drink or a smoke with, to catch up with, to be there for. But in the end, he managed to alienate them all. He died with only one person crying over him, and only one person shocked. Not a single one of them knew he was on his deathbed. And it was his fault.

 

No letters were sent. It was a quiet murmur of a death. All that remains is his grave.

[MamaBearJade 2090]

The kitten druid sat beside the rocks. Her white hair catching the setting sun. Sweat beading off her brow as she held back her tears. She had come back too late to stop him. Too late to save him. She entombed him, spoke only to a few of his death. Even fewer of his location. His final hours were spent with her and Tailesen. She closes her eyes allowing herself to be pulled into restless sleep. Work had to be done, to prepare.

[GoddessofNight 112]

Nynaeve would have heard the news, finding herself in a secluded spot in her own grove. Oliver had become someone she viewed as a brother, a friend. Family. She let out a sigh as she placed the rose bush down into the dirt with a sign and little fence around it.

 

"Oliver, you and I were much alike as well as very different. I know we shared the same thoughts...the same beliefs. I promise, when Kary returns, I will make sure he is taken care of. I will also make sure Aiden is taken care of. This is my promise to you, my dear friend."

 

Nyn would then place a raven feather from her hair beside the bush and the sign.

 

(( Image taken from google ))

 

This rose bush is in memorial to Oliver.

A wonderful friend, father, and brother.

May you find peace among the flowers and the tree as you finally rest.

[Guest]

"Work will set you free." says Cahir aep Ophael.

[Jygg 330]

A black-furred Kharajyr rests his back against the trunk of a great oak tree, his eyes shut tight for the moment. A pleasant breeze flowed calmly through the forest, which caused the branches of the trees to lightly shake and rustle. The Kharajyr's eyes soon fluttered open, a quiet sigh escaping him. He stretched his hand out towards the staff, his digits curling around the dark-oaken body of the staff. The Kharajyr grunted quietly as he slowly rose to his feet, a soft creaking escaping his body as he does so. The Kharajyr began to slowly walk, his staff tapping against the earth below with every few steps or so. The Kharajyr slowly walks onwards, a frown present upon his face as he kept moving straight ahead. The Kharajyr's head tilts upwards slightly, his gaze shifting towards the sky above, though most of the sky was obscured by the canopies of the great oak trees. A sound was heard from deep within the Kharajyr's throat as he continued to walk. "Hrmmm..." He paused for a moment before his lips began to fully move.

 

"Perhaps... Za should have tried to make peace with him..." The Kharajyr halted his walk suddenly, his grip tightening upon the staff as his facial expression contorted into a scowl, his teeth gritting together as this occurred. "No... Such heinous acts committed against Za's family cannot be forgiven... He hurt them... He blasphemed the sacred teachings of our Order..." The Kharajyr pauses once more, his face relaxing as he moved to lean against his staff, a soft sigh escaping him as he did so. "And yet... It was not entirely him... His foolish acts led up to the whole conflict, but it was not truly him who committed such acts... Everybody makes mistakes... Some a bit more than others... Za supposes he should know about that..." The Kharajyr lets out a dry chuckle as he utters these words. "A grudge against a dead man is a silly thing. Such distaste should be held for the people which still currently walk the realm..." The Kharajyr moved to stand up straight before beginning to walk once again.

 

The Kharajyr continued to walk for some time before stopping once again. A stream flowed before him, the gentle trickle of water heard from it. The Kharajyr shuffled forwards towards the stream before kneeling down upon its banks. The Kharajyr placed his staff to the side before stretching both hands out towards the water. The Kharajyr's fingers lightly brushed against the running water of the stream, his head bowing forwards as he does so. "Oliver... You did wrong during your time alive, and Za doesn't believe those actions can be so easily forgiven... Yet... Za feels like he cannot hold a grudge against you still..." The Kharajyr's fingers slowly trailed through the water as he sat there, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "Let such hatred be gone from Za... Let it float away on the waters of this stream..." The Kharajyr took a deep breath before exhaling, his eyes fluttering open as he moved to sit up straight. "Sorry about everything, Oliver. Za hopes that you can find peace." The Kharajyr sat there for a good long while, simply staring at the flowing water as he did. Eventually, he moved to rise to his feet with a creaking of his limbs, his digits curling back around his staff. The Kharajyr lightly tapped his staff against the ground before moving to turn himself around to wander away.

[senor_tortuga 692]

Tajo, the most Loyal dedicant of Oliver would find that no news was sent his way! He would most likely go on with his day, caring for horses and wooing ((mineman)) girls. As it had been many years since he last spoke to his old mentor, he would most likely not come across anyone that was dear to the loving but slightly mad old fellow.

Gee, Ah wonder 'ow Oliver es doin' poor old soul.

[Jakraes 51]

Rhova'dir would be sitting in a hut near Sutica as a bird arrived to tell him the news... Small tears starting to fall from his eyes, the damned old man was like a father to him. "Why did you die so soon... I still wanted to talk with you." He muttered, tears continuing to fall from his eyes.

[Space 2335]

Aeran is even more sad :(

[Gladuos 869]

[Music]

Some might notice the face of a once smiling halfman turning sour. A voice which so often spoke for encouragement, ears to listen in one's plight, and a mind to help any whom might need it, those that could be a friend. There were many, but as time flew by the Druid would gradually draw away, fading from his care for anything. There was a friend whom he could trust with his own soul, yet that friend should not have done the same. For one simple reason: the halfman was not strong enough.

 

The staff which curls in silent life grapples to Jeremiah's wrist, reminding him of the purpose he must follow. An old friend almost trying to reassure him, but cannot speak. To the betrayed man it felt only like a reminder of his failures. So long ago when he embarked on the journey, it was to repay a debt that could never truly be repaid. The sacrifice of a friend's life for his own, the ultimate show of love one could give another. It was because he was too weak to save himself then, too small of a child. He would have liked to believe if the situation happened again, he would not have suffered the same circumstance. He was wrong.

 

A friend whom lost everything sent themselves out to protect him, as well as many others. Oliver felt it was his duty, the only thing he had left to do. It was then that friend fell into darkness, and had to be saved before it was too late. Again a friend was sacrificing themselves for him, yet this time he had the power to change things. So he thought. When the time came to save him and Oliver pleaded for rescue, when the time came that the ones he was meant to trust turned their backs on him, Jeremiah crumpled. Truly he had not changed from the frightened child he once was, staring down the snarling gaze of a hungry dog.

 

A miracle came to him in that the Gods gave his friend a second chance. Another place in this world to be experienced, to cherish. The halfman had already been broken and lost to so much, how could he face his friend and thus admit the failures he gave to him? Instead he only continued to force himself away, to not attend in as many social gatherings. To not show his face, for he could not bear to see it himself. The world's cruelty showed itself once again as Oliver was taken before Jeremiah could say a word, a heart full of remorse that could never be conveyed. The halfman, he was too afraid. Now it was too late.

[Archipelego 2188]

"Meh." Kasfer shrugs, leaning back into the tree. "May he find resolve within death. Even if he brought it upon himself, noone deserves what he went through..." Then he remembers Oliver's cave of ******* dead descendant bodies. "Oh yeah."

[Jentos 9422]

A silent, old, broken, mad... Mad man stood upon the peaks of a barren mountain-range, his only remaining eye gleaming with the golden colour of greed. 

He trashed, he howled, he clawed at the stones, his newly found balance broken once again.

"No, not Oliver, anyone, but not Oliver. You should have taken me! Me!"  (I feel like adding a "oh romeo" here) he let out a great roar of anger, pounding his fists upon the snow, if he had tears, he would have weeped, if he had a heart, he would have cried. 

But this man had none of those.

But yet he was still a man.

And nothing else.

 

[DahStalker 3692]

A figure of a heavy stoic atmosphere wandered through the crazed limbs of floral, hands parting through few pieces disturbing the forged path she had been creating, mind absent. Breathes gentle and fluid as she continued further into the core of an idle forest; flowers bold in hue spread across the area as if a horrendous nightmare with enough beauty to drag one in forever. "_Oliver,_" The forbidden name slipped past glossed lips, tone lowered with its quivering state. She continued toward her desired area, peering just over the rocky landscape of giant stones and moss, broken by the hastily water which poured over the jagged contours edge. "_Oliver_." Noises overwhelmed flickering ears, digits clung firmly to a trees surface, bark crumbling under a tight grasp, limbs tense with vague trembles. He had left her, shattering his promise once kept - he took ahold of her core, tearing it in his cruel hands until the last strangled reminder was the loud wails in a merciless slumber. A green gaze peered over the the droop, lingering over the water to where lay an object briefly sought out, she continued downwards, hands grappling onto stick rocks for support. "_Oh, Oliver._" The elfess choked out, eyes glistened though no saline droplets managed to slip past, prior to the words she tilt her head back to feel the mist fly against her face, chestnut locks rippling. She made it to the bottom, facing a moss riddled remains of a basket, tearing through it barbarically to reach its rotten center, fingers eagerly searching. Breathing erratic she continued through until finally discovering the piece lost from ages ago, a recollection upbringing; a duo together before the falls, hand in hand, one agonized and the other bewildered by found feelings only to loose confidence through the others pain. "_I love you,_" Were the only words managed, the only words capable to explain as she tug a simple ring from the realms unforgiving floor.

[BadArtifice 14]

The night had fallen down on the day, silencing the earth and all of what surrounding it but the hushed echoes of streams. Two pained golden orbs, lit by the flame held in the slender hand they belong to.. grow larger, closer. Gentle steps follow; Allowing a silhouette to slink into the space where a grave lies, which now holds the once Glowing Olive eyes that the being often admired. A ragged sigh escaped the form whilst inclining its head to peer down to the small pile of stones. "You always did appreciate even the blandest creations of life." A feminine voice emitted these words, though no humour lacing it's tone. "I would apologise for my absence, though you always knew me and my ways of falling into silence." Katalia's knees buckled, allowing herself to fall with an inch of grace  beside the stone grave. "You once gave me a task, Oliver. A task in which you asked me to notice and appreciate the parts of nature that were underrated, and unpopular for their lack of good adaption for us, even 'dull' as some would call.. " 

Silence then fell momentarily, her gaze trained on the scene. Darkness.

 

A clank of a light stone was dropped on top of the uneven stack; followed by hissing of her flaming torch as it flickered with movement. 

 

"I appreciate you, Uncle." 

 

Katalia walked to the darkness, vanishing once more.

[Slothtastic 761]

A Kharajyr was sent news of his death. And so he stood, he was getting older and thanks to a wound in his side, he had to use a cane to walk for a few more months. However, this didn't stop him from shedding tears of sadness. His father who had raised him since a kitten, his father eh protected him from those who'd wish to hurt him, his father who tried to guide him. Has finally passed on. And so his world slowly began to crumble around him. But yet, the Old Kha got back up, and sat back down. 

[wytch 870]

A dwarf sat in his permanent resting place, a gentle sigh escaping him as he watched his two children squabble a few feet away.

 

"Ye damn ****...T'is is wot ye get fer ruinin' mah shack.."

 

He chuckled, moving off to Dormmar's forge, once again resuming his eternal work in his masters forge.  

 

-=-

Leyu sat in the Library, hearing the rumor of his death and setting her tome down, shrugging softly.

 

"Rest in peace, old man..You did your best." 

 

She'd resume reading the tome, shedding no tears for the almost stranger.